Racing Heart

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I walked in the coffee shop earlier than usual again. My heart was racing. I was more than afraid, you wouldn't show. That was until you walked in. My heart felt like it stopped beating along with time. You stood there in front of me and a tear trickled down your cheek. I stood up to wipe it. Then you smashed your lips onto mine. Tears rolled down my face and I didn't realize it until you rubbed the sleeves of your sweater on my face. We sat down and talked until the place closed.

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